When the waves come for us
Our hearts fitted and fearing
Unless we're born again of water and the spirit
Like falling into culture it's dreadful in the hands of the living one
Who has measured out the oceans cupped in hollows of his hands
Who has meted out the heavens inside the stretch of the span
There are some that will not have you, rearrange yourself into a flue
Looked in your window and saw fountains gushing through you
Life lies beyond the present world, empty unto you
If you're the conduit, then Christ we wish we knew you
Who has measured out the oceans cupped in hollows of his hands
Who has meted out the heavens inside the stretch of the span
Hold us asunder and wait to see whether we'll develop faithfully